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“On the first day of his holiday Laurence Manders woke to hear his grandmother’s voice below. ‘I’ll have a large wholemeal. I’ve got my grandson stopping for a week, who’s on the BBC. That’s my daughter’s boy, Lady Manders. He won’t eat white bread, one of his fads.’ Laurence shouted from the window, ‘Grandmother, I adore white bread and I have no fads.”

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The Comforters

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Muriel Spark
Muriel Spark

Muriel Spark was a Scottish author known for her wit and sharp social commentary. Born on February 1, 1918, in Edinburgh, Scotland, she passed away on April 13, 2006. Spark's writing often delved into themes of identity, morality, and the human condition, with her novel 'The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie' being one of her most celebrated works. more

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